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Amiga Power fans will roll around with nostalgic laughter at the subject of this post. Everyone else will be confused or not care or decide to wage war on me or prepare their dinner.
I posted the doctors note to Derek, so they could pay me for not going to work. Hurrah! But seriously, I am quite ill, as I was horribly reminded of. Ghastly.
I went to the post office (about 10 doors down) to get stamps and envelopes. And there was a gang of people there - about three lads and a girl. And this girl seriously eyed me up. Twice. Going to and coming from the post office. But, alas, I had to walk past her a further two times to actually post the letter. I'm sure it's not my imagination, but she really checked me out.
I must be hot. Damn. When did that happen? Actually, I feel loads more self-confident. Watch out, soon I'll be going to pubs and stuff and chatting to ladies! That still scares me.
I was going to go to Tesco today, but I decided against it, because of the reminder of being unwell. Tomorrow, then. I do need to wash the dishes though. Gross. I hate doing that. I like it when it's done, because it's all clean and tidy and finished. I just hate the floaty food bits. I'm going to invent something - like the thing in those coffee pots, that squash all the coffee grains to the bottom so they don't get in your drink. Or whatever it is.
I played C&C;:TS online today. It's good fun, but RA2 is simply a better game. I want the proper version of RA2 so I can play it online.
It's my birthday in less then a month. Buy me things, and I'll spare your life.
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